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Scent of a Wolf Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Tiger-Shifter

Day by day, the end of school was approaching fast. The weather had already shifted into summer temperatures and the seniors wondered why they still had homework when their fates had already been decided. Colleges had been chosen, diplomas were verified, there was nothing left to do but ride it out, graduate, and then attend the senior party. That had been Alex's plan too, at least for a while. He'd been preparing for the party for weeks, planning to blow everyone's minds. He'd ordered the perfect suit, refreshments and even exotic cologne. It was hard to believe that cologne was what had started everything.

A few splashes and it had all started. Now he stood, breathing gently, his hot breath passing between the tusks that rose from his bottom lip and curved up so high they were always at the bottom of his field of vision like two monuments to just how amazing he was. Alex was eighteen years old, seven feet and two inches tall and several hundred pounds of muscle. His skin was a rich shade of olive green, his eyes a vibrant violet in tone and his hair was a deep black with a faint green sheen to it all.

Alex had taken a few days off of school, calling in sick. The school hadn't fought the issue, assuming he was blowing the days off for senior skip. They had no clue, especially as Alex sat on the couch in his living room, his older step brother's face wedged around his fat mammoth cock. Alex's fat orc fingers were tangled in Robbie's hair while his other hand played with one of his eight pig like nipples.

Robbie sucked and slurped away, addicted to his brother's cum and milk, completely subservient. He'd been in the right place at the right time as far as his brother had been concerned, the first to see Alex in his new form and the first to be converted by his tainted juices. Alex's body produced the very same substances the cologne bottle held, changing anyone with enough exposure... but as sexy as Robbie was to Alex, it had been a bomb shell Robbie dropped that had stuck in his mind.

Alex had another step brother, an older step brother. Patrick was a doctor by day, but you wouldn't be able to tell by looking at him. From his heavy piercings to his thick goatee to his arms covered with tattoos, he was everything punk - and he was also a werewolf. Robbie had told him everything, about the gang members, the night riding, even meeting the guys a few times. Alex felt hurt that he hadn't been included in the revelation, wondering if he'd been excluded because of being a step brother...

But there was something else there, something nagging at Alex's mind. His juices had been enough to turn Robbie into an orc cum slut. Alex couldn't get the idea out of his mind about the possibility of a werewolf orc. Patrick had watched over him growing up, but between medical school and his practice and the werewolf gang, he hadn't been home much in years. Robbie had stepped in despite being in college, but Robbie was little more than a sex slave now, hopelessly addicted to sex.

Alex wasn't sure how to feel... He wanted to be included in Patrick's life, he wanted to see more of his brother... but if he turned the werewolf, what if Patrick's pack came after him? He'd need something more than just his brother. He'd need a 'pack' of his own to protect him and keep him safe... and he knew just where he'd get some more followers. It was time to go back to school.

****

The growl of the motorcycle echoed off the houses as the hog rumbled down the street, the heavy tires practically digging into the cement. The vibrations of the powerful engine radiated outward through the frame, passing through the thick black leather pants and into the meaty muscled legs beneath, passing up the legs and into the rider's junk. His pants tented over a half erect shaft hidden behind the toughened hide.

Patrick's tattooed arms nearly radiated color in the summer heat, the flames and wolf head tatts as vibrantly colored as the day he'd been inked. He pulled up into the driveway and stepped off his bike, his boots tight around his large feet. A hand came up to his face, fingers sliding around the thick goatee that ringed his mouth before the hand slid over his short buzzed brown hair. He'd always wanted to grow it out, but being a doctor made that rather difficult.

The eldest brother moved up the walkway to the seldom visited house, unlocked the door and stepped in... and that was when the smell hit him. His amber eyes dilated and his nostrils widened. He took in a few sniffs, nearly reeling back. The house was saturated with musk, with sweat and piss and cum. It smelled like an orgy, but it was more than that. The smell was too acrid for humans. At first Patrick worried that a werewolf had violated the pack agreement that his brothers were off limits, but the smell was certainly not wolf.

Patrick braced himself and moved through the living room. The couch was soaked with semen, but the strongest smells came from the back of the house. Patrick made his way to the bathroom and noticed that even the grout was stained. He continued on, coming to the end of the house, easing open one of the bedroom doors. Patrick's eyes snapped shut. The room had been marked from one end to the other, doused with a male's scent... an unfamiliar scent.

Worry and concern flooded Patrick. His brothers were missing, the house was wrong. It worked away all his restraint and resolve. His fingernails darkened from white to brown and then black, forcing out into sharp claws. His ears began to push up into points as a light brown fur began sprouting across them and the hair from his goatee began to slide up his cheeks. His wolf was struggling to get out, but that was going to be just what it took to make sure his brothers were okay.

Patrick turned and started heading back toward his bike, making resolutions to himself. He always tried to be subtle in his recruitment of wolves. He used his natural scent, his charm, his animal magnetism and his physical prowess to win them over. He'd even been using it on Robbie to a degree to get him into wrestling and some other manly pursuits before he realized it could be too dangerous.... but this was a time for action. It was time to see how the pups he'd been leading along were doing, and if their time to awaken had arrived.

****

While nothing compared to the local university's wrestling team, the Vikings were able to hold their own. The team was proud of their work and ready for another day of practice. The doors to the locker room opened up and the students moved in, heading between the rows of blue lockers. A faintly musky, peaty smell hit them at once, a scent with traces of sandalwood, but they attributed it to souring uniforms.

Before long the lockers were opened and the teenagers began to undress. Shoes were discarded, shirts were removed and uniforms were brought out. The team captain Felix pulled his wrestling singlet up, the material stretching over his body, but as it came to press against his skin it felt oddly moist. Felix paused, turning his head, his shaggy curly black hair shaking around. He looked down at his chest slowly and brought a finger up, running it across the material.

The pressure of his finger squeezed out a faint green drop of liquid. Felix was very confused. He'd never sweat that much before so he had no idea why his uniform was wet, but he wasn't the only one. Other wrestlers were discovering the same fate as they suited up... but Felix had been the first. As he stood there wondering about the state of things, he groaned as his nipples grew hard and his cock followed suit. The blue and black uniform began to stretch around his groin, his manhood swelling as his nipples grew pert... and then it hit him.

Felix's head tipped back and he let out a soft moan, his muscles throbbing and bulging steadily. Felix had always been a balance of strength and speed, able to throw off opponents using one feat or the other, but his body was starting to change at a faster rate. His biceps and triceps bulged, his legs thickened and his chest began to swell. Even his ribs pushed more apart.

Felix's hands drifted, one starting to squeeze his pec through his uniform, the other moving to cup his bulge. He'd never pleasured himself in public before, but he felt too good to stop himself. He grunted sharply as his cock seemed to snake through his uniform, growing longer... but his nipple was fattening up as well, his pectoral rounding beneath the tightening uniform.

Purple eyes watched from the far side of the locker room, watching black stubble emerge from Felix's cinnamon covered jaw line. He panted hard, especially as fine black hairs began to emerge from the collar of his shirt. Felix stood there, basking in it all even as his fingers started to fatten up and elongate. His spine stretched, his legs lengthened and his neck grew wider.

The changes that had started with the team captain hadn't ended there. One by one, the entire team was growing more masculine. A red head named Mackinnon was huffing and panting more, gravitating toward his teammates. They were so distracted by their own changes that they didn't fight him off as he moved in, stuffing his face under their arms. Mackinnon huffed and sniffed at the arms before licking and slurping at their hairy pits.

"Well boys, it seems you like what I have to offer." Alex said, stepping out of his hiding place. Others turned, gasping in shock at the sight of a seven foot two inch tall orc man. Their eyes drank in his green skin, black hair, huge muscles... and the many nipples he had. Alex grinned, "I gave you all a few squirts of my favorite cologne... Eau de Orc. Its enough to supercharge you, but if you want more..." Alex trailed off, bringing his fingers up. He began to squeeze his nipple and soon lime green drops of a thick cream began to leak out, dropping to the floor.

There was stunned silence from the changing wrestlers, other than one or two that had started to jack off, their cocks making soft flesh on flesh sounds. Felix, as team captain, was naturally the first to advance. He moved step by step over to Alex, looking at him, feeling a faint urge to run or flee and a much stronger urge to give the man everything he wanted.

Alex reached down and undid his belt, but something was off. A mass of flesh began pushing down, having been restrained up against Alex's stomach. The hard shaft was nearly thirty inches long, descending like a falling tree, forcing the fly open before two orange sized balls all but burst into view. The huge cock came down at a ninety degree angle, flinging droplets of orc precum. The juices splattered down Felix's shirt from his collar to his crotch and soaked through in seconds, pushing things all the further.

As Alex watched, splotches of green began to spread outwards, creeping past the edges of the wrestling uniform, covering the skin bit by bit. Felix's body hair was already black, but as the flesh beneath turned green, the hair seemed to darken even further, thickening up and growing longer. Felix shuddered at that, his more masculine body taking on a different hue, but it wasn't just that. The scent was stronger, the scent that ensnared his senses.

Felix dropped to his knees like a worshipping monk before the orc shaft. Alex stood there with pride, knowing the entire team was watching and masturbating, watching their leader succumb. Felix moved forward, his lips parting around the wide mushroom shaped head. His tongue teased the slit and soon he was rewarded with a steady drool of salty pre. Felix began to gulp at it, his tongue slathering all over.

Inch after inch of orc cock moved into Felix's mouth, Alex thrusting forward and back bit by bit. He loved watching Felix change.... but it wasn't long before Felix's lower jaw popped and began to stretch, setting wider. Two tiny white nubs emerged from his lower lip, sliding upwards and out from his mouth. His tusks were forming quickly, keeping Alex's cock perfectly centered.

Alex was incredibly turned on by the orc tusks acting like guiding rails. He drove his cock in and out, deeper and harder, bumping the back of Felix's throat. Felix swallowed greedily at it, trying to relax enough to take more. While his tusks were still forming, the green splotches on his skin spread even faster. His lips turned next, turning from brown to green and then almost a shade of emerald. The green spread out from his mouth, covering his chin and nose and cheeks before his entire face had shifted and his black hair framed it perfectly.

The green covering the wrestling captain's chest spread up his neck and met with the rest of the pigmentation on his throat and his arms and legs weren't far behind. Soon, for all intents and purposes, there was a smaller green orc in a wrestling singlet sucking off a much larger one... but Felix's uniform wasn't going to fit much longer. The material was stretched thin by his expanding muscles and his own shaft was growing, climbing up his stomach inch by inch.

Alex knew he was getting better at guiding his target into orcdom. With Robbie he'd been coming into his own, he'd overwhelmed his brother and taken the slut thing too far. He had a feeling with this hot orc stud he'd have something more like an orc lieutenant, a loyal advisor and helper. He grinned happily, moaning as he deep throated the young orc, never having imagined in his wildest dreams that something like this would happen. Mere days earlier he'd been focused on being too boring, too middle of the road. He had been a friend to everyone and forgettable by the masses, but not anymore. The wrestling team had always been a symbol of strength. For Robbie it was his claim to prowess. At Alex's school the wrestling team brought home more victories than the football and basketball teams combined. They epitomized strength to Alex, and that was why he wanted them on his side... Though it didn't hurt that they were so good with their bodies either. Wrestling was a useful skill, one that was more practical than throwing balls through hoops. They would make talented orc warriors... and Alex was their king. His army was just starting.

****

The lights of the old used mustang shone on the pale cement of the parking structure. The black and white car turned the corners and rumbled along before pulling into the appointed space. The bumper was adorned with the blue and white hospital parking pass, freshly applied to the used car. A young man sat in the driver's seat, no more than twenty six. His black hair was short, though imperceptibly longer in a strip down the very center. Weighty steel earrings hung from his lobes and his face was unshaved, covered in stubble.

Zach looked in the mirror, still finding it hard to believe what he saw. Just a few months before he'd come he'd been clean cut, driving a prius, never stepping out of line... but there was just something about his new life that drew out something more in him. It seemed like Patrick had showed him the ropes in everything from medicine to choice in food. He ate more protein, he dressed a little wilder, he had gotten his first tattoo and piercings... and he was starting to realize he'd been living a lie all his life. How could women compare to someone as handsome and talented as Patrick?

The door opened and Zach got out, shutting the door to his new used car. It was so manly, so much better than a prius. He could feel its power, feel the growl of the engine... but something else was going on. Zach felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up and a pleasant tingle moved down his spine. He turned around and sure enough he saw it, Patrick's motorcycle, the man leaning against the wall. Zach blushed a bit as his cock stiffened. He didn't know why he felt so excited to see his mentor but he crossed the parking structure, a dopey grin plastered on his face.

"You're early." Patrick commented. Zach nodded.

"I had extra time to kill, thought if I came in early I might catch you." Zach said.

"Well you caught me." Patrick said, opening his arms for a man hug. Zach's heart skipped a beat and he surged forward. Patrick pulled the intern in, clapping him on the back, holding him close. Zach's face gravitated toward Patrick's arm pit, his nostrils widened, inhaling the scent. Patrick reached up and pulled the intern's head down, getting it buried in there. Patrick huffed and filled his lungs with the smell, entranced once more by it.

Patrick had been working for a long time to subtly guide Zach to his new life. Werewolf pheromones were enough to make someone more active, more daring and adventurous, but the scent of an alpha wolf was even more potent. Patrick was able to imprint more on Zach, things like tastes, orientation, even mentality. He'd been guiding Zach into living more like a gay punk, just like the rest of his pack. The transition over time made it easier to convert new members and it kept family members from asking questions for sudden changes, but something was up. Patrick could waste no more time.

"Zach, I think its me that caught you." Patrick whispered, "Do you trust me?"

"Of course I trust you..." Zach murmured, lifting his head, looking into Patrick's eyes.

"Will you help me?" Patrick asked.

"I'd do anything for you." Zach replied earnestly.

"Then join me." Patrick whispered, leaning in. He began to kiss and suck at Zach's neck and Zach moaned, feeling like he was loved more than he'd ever been before. He panted, feeling those hot lips on his neck. He reached up, his fingers brushing Patrick's short hair. Zach was so invested in the kissing, he didn't realize that Patrick's teeth were growing or that his ears were pushing into sharp points. It wasn't long before black fur sprouted across the backs of his ears and his eyes turned even brighter yellow.

Hair sprouted from the sides of Patrick's cheeks, giving him wild, almost animal side burns... but the change ran deeper than that. Patrick's fingernails turned black, thickening and sharpening into claws. Patrick's mouth was becoming crowded with too many fangs, his mouth pushing forward ever so slightly. He still kissed and sucked at Zach's neck, but soon his lips parted and he moved forward.

Zach gasped as he felt the fangs pierce his skin, blood leaking from the wound into Patrick's mouth. The crimson stained his goatee and dripped onto his scrubs, but Patrick kept his mouth there, licking at the bite wound. Zach's heart was irregular, his eyes dilated. His shock was giving into something else, a strange tingling burn spreading from the sight of the wound through his body. Zach's eyes darted around before gazing into the distance.

The intern's fingers flexed, tightening and loosening, tightening and loosening, but his fingernails were only hardening. They began to grow out, becoming longer and thicker, honing to points and curving slowly. The flesh spread across the surface, anchoring them in better. Zach's pierced ears began to warp as well, reshaping and shifting, taking on points.

Patrick continued to lick at Zach's wound as it closed back up, the flesh knitting together. Zach grunted and moaned louder at that, the pain ebbing, leaving only the glorious fever. His body struggled in a feeble attempt to fight off the virus as it changed his cells, working into his very DNA. The hair on his scalp began to grow longer, pushing out bit by bit, making the imperceptible faux hawk he had given himself easier to see... but the most distinct changes were starting to take root.

Zach was panting hard, his breath passing through sharpening teeth. His canines were the first to hone into fangs, but soon all his teeth were becoming sharp carnivorous incisors. His brown eyes blinked, turning hazel brown, then honey brown before turning bright amber. Zach basked in Patrick's grip, feeling almost as if he was being reborn. He grunted sharply though as his groin started to tingle. There was an odd pressure at the base of his shaft, the pressure of more skin. His flesh was pushing outward, sliding up around his cock, enveloping it in a new sheath.

"Pa... Patrick..." Zach moaned, his voice several octaves deeper. Patrick slowly turned Zach to look at him. Zach gasped, watching his mentor's face change. Patrick's jaw had grown more pointed, his mouth was pushing forward and his nose was widening. Even Patrick's nostrils were turning upwards, the flesh turning black and moist. Patrick's face continued to warp and shift, his goatee spreading out and darkening into black fur. His wolf ears migrated up his skull to stick out from the top and his face was almost all the way into a muzzle.

Zach watched bones pop and shift in Patrick's body as he took on inches of height and inches of width. His shoulders separated, his ribs pushed apart and his spine elongated. The blood soaked scrubs began to ride up on his chest, revealing a furry stomach. His pants sagged too, exposing not only furry ass cheeks but a wriggling, shifting tailbone that was coming into its own. New bones formed, then even newer bones grew in between the others. Muscle snaked down around them all and the tail began to wag, growing black fur as it swung outward, reaching a foot long, then two, then three.

Patrick's leather boots warped and popped as black claws emerged, growing wolf paws prying the shoes apart before they burst. Fabric tore, the scrub pants splitting out. Muscled furry black legs spread outward and a fat, furry black sheath extended outward with just the hint of a pink rod nestled inside. The fur finished covering Patrick's muzzle, his hair blending in seamlessly. It was clear he was a werewolf, an alpha... and Zach was his newest convert.

Zach panted at that, gazing into Patrick's eyes before he instinctively knelt before his master. Patrick debated marking his new follower but decided to take a more conventional approach. He reached down and began to work his paw over his sheath. In moments his red, wet wolf cock began to emerge from its protective housing. The musky, salty scent was intense. Zach didn't have a chance.

The intern lunged forward, wrapping his lips around the rod, sucking the tip like a lollipop before he went deeper. Inch by inch he filled his maw with his alpha's cock, sucking on it hard, bobbing his head back and forth... but something strange was happening. Each time he pulled his head back, it seemed like his lips stayed where they were. In actuality his jaw was extending forward, the bones shifting and the teeth pushing apart. His face was warping into a muzzle, one his stubble soon spread across. It ringed his black lips, surrounded his black nose and then spread over the surface. His face disappeared beneath the fur coating as his ears moved upwards, giving him the head of a black wolf.

Patrick growled in delight, his paw stroking Zach's head now instead. Zach sucked Patrick off, feeling as if his life had reached its true purpose. He understood now that he'd been destined to meet the alpha, drawn to him, changed in his image and brought to help him. The realization alone that he was the alpha's pack mate brought Zach to crescendo. A hot, wet spot formed in his pants as he came, the last of his white human seed spraying out before thicker, yellowed wolf cum took its place.

The alpha sniffed the air before growling in pleasure, tilting his head back. There were good reasons for taking his time in turning people, but he had forgotten how good it was to push someone through the process, to make things go that much faster... The power filled his heart and his loins like a drug. His yellow eyes began to get blood shot, shifting slightly before turning red. He grunted and doubled over, his muscles bulging more.

Patrick's large chest heaved up and down, the last of his clothing splitting out. The only thing that remained intact was the collar he had around his neck, a fashion statement and clue to his real identity. The massive black wolf sniffed the air with his canine nose, picking up a million different smells. He could smell the disinfectants, the medications, the sick and the healthy. He could smell the visitors, the staff, the cars, the rubber. He could smell everything in the hospital and all around... but he smelled something else, young sweat.

Driven more by instinct than reason now, the Alpha wolf pulled out of his new follower's maw, licking his black lips. He dropped down onto all fours and began to gallop through the parking structure, honing in on the scent. He lunged up over the retaining wall and onto the bark dust covered slope, bounding up through the brush and the ivy before emerging on a higher elevation. He could hear Zach scrambling after him like a loyal pup, but Patrick's red eyes were on someone else... a skateboarder.

The young man looked barely eighteen, skating around on the loading docks behind the hospital. He had a backwards baseball cap and shaggy red hair. He was young and virile, on the verge of his physical prime. The alpha wolf was still high from the pleasure of converting Zach, but it wasn't enough. His ten inch wolf cock dribbled with the idea of making one more addition to the pack even if he tore him out of his old life.

Zach had caught up to Patrick just as Patrick made his move. The giant black paws came down onto the cement silently, the predator almost as fast as a blur. The skater continued on, unaware that he was in danger until it was too late. The black mass of muscle and fur hit the teen and they both went rolling. The young man winced as he hit cement, scraping up his skin, but he tried to figure out what had attacked him and didn't understand. All he saw was fur and claws and muscle, the size of a bear at least.

Patrick pinned the teenager in place with his paws, his hands grabbing the teen's knees while his hind legs pinned his wrists. The inverted pinning served a multitude of purposes, but one part of Patrick's mind still worked, the part that knew that his scent glands were the most potent form of persuasion he had. Patrick lowered his haunches, bringing his furry black ass to the red head's face.

The teen tried to scream out, but his face was enveloped in black fur. A muscled tail thwacked against his head and the cheeks wriggled against his skin. The smell was overpowering... It didn't smell dirty at all as the skater expected, it smelled earthy and peaty, pure and good... too good. While the canine scent gland typically wasn't quite as developed as that of a skunk, the organs still existed to mark territory, to signal intention and to perform general functions. Patrick was ready to mark his new territory.

The werewolf bore down and a light, hot mist sprayed the skater's captured face. He tried to get free, but soon his muscles felt like rubber. He was drawing breath through a filter of fur and wet scent. It was heady, almost like the smell of a gym after a good work out. all the adrenaline that had gone to fight of flight was going elsewhere, the teen's cock starting to harden. He struggled still, especially as his muscles began to tighten and swell, his tongue involuntarily starting to lick at the wet fur around his face.

Freckled arms darkened with copper red hair. A smooth chest grew fuzzy and feet began to swell. The teen's face was rubbing against black fur, but red stubble began to emerge from his cheeks, surrounding his lips and covering his jaw, getting thicker by the moment. He bucked and groaned, feeling horny... hornier than he had in a long time. He wondered why he was horny now with this monster thing, wondering why he hadn't been nearly as turned on with girls. He thought of the guys he hung out with and their dogs, he thought of how much fun he had with men and how much easier things were that way... and slowly his lips parted.

The skater's teenage tongue emerged, slowly darting at the ring of muscle before him. He licked at it, preparing to taste its depths when Patrick moved his hips down. A long, hard, already used wolf cock slid up his throat and chin before the pointed tip began working at his lips. Eager to satiate his sexual release, the teen opened wide and took the cock into his mouth. Patrick began pumping his wolf cock in and out of the skater's lips, nudging the back of his throat before sliding down into it.

Zach watched enviously and curiously as his master worked the human teen, but his ears perked and his tail wagged as Patrick used his claws to cut through the teen's jeans. Patrick discarded the shredded denim, his paws gripping the boy's hips. He slowly lifted his rear section, exposing his ass to the open air. Red fur was starting to sprout across it, but Zach knew what the master wanted. The newly converted wolf moved forward, not wasting any time in mounting their new prey. The skater's back arched as he felt a hot, hard cock spear into his virgin hole. It almost hurt for a moment, but the wet cum soaked shaft seemed to make the flesh more resilient. It spread around the invading shaft and the youth sucked even harder.

Patrick breathed in the changing scent of his victim, smelling his innocence defiled with the scent of the wolf. He smelled the blossoming predator, a gay predator as wolf as he was. He'd shape him into the perfect punk wolf in time, but for now he was going to get his pleasure. The red head writhed and wriggled, getting filled on both ends with wolf meat. His fingers dug at the cement as his fingernails stretched into claws.

The teenager gagged and suckled around the cock in his mouth, but he soon pulled off. A string of rancid yellow wolf cum connected to his lips in a string. His cheeks were covered with a fiery red beard, the beard disappearing into his mane of red hair... but the hair wasn't stopping there. It spread down his neck and throat, curls of chest hair pushing out of the collar of his shirt. His arms grew thicker with muscle and even more hair.

In moments the skater looked like some miniature sasquatch, furry and red all over, but the changes took deeper root. Zach heard bones crackle and pop as the skater's spine stretched, his ribs parted and his limbs elongated. His leather shoes started to buckle and shift, spreading wider. The shoe laces looked as though they were cutting into his feet but then they snapped. The shoe split out, revealing a warping, hairless foot. The claws extended, paw pads formed and red fur swept down over them, engulfing them in seconds.

Zach continued to pump away, filling the young man, grunting and growling wildly and possessively. The skater seemed equally ravenous, snarling through sharp fangs before a rough canine tongue licked over Patrick's cock obediently. Patrick groaned, realizing what he'd done... He'd over-written the boy's natural personality, stolen him from his own life and sent him down a new path. It was then that it hit Patrick, the scent...

Patrick started to piece things together. The rapid change from human to wolf brought with it a unique scent. That innocence lost, that virginity coated in wolf cum, it had a tang to it. It made it hard to detect the original scent even though it was still there, and it reminded Patrick of when he'd come into his own home. The house had smelled wrong. It was rancid, it was coated... but the smells weren't foreign. The smells all came from his brothers Alex and Robbie. They had both been changed rapidly into something else, something foreign and alien. He wasn't trying to build an army to track down monsters that attacked his brothers... he had to track them down and save them from whatever had happened to them.

The realization of what had happened to his brothers only served to remind Patrick of what he had done to the poor Teen. He tried to pull back his influence, to leave the young man a shred of his individuality, but it was too late. The teen's face popped and shifted, bones augmenting and rearranging, his mouth pushing forward into a muzzle. Fur spread over his nose and forehead, surrounded his eyes and his fuzzy wolf ears perked up from the top of his head.

As Zach tipped his head back and howled, releasing his seed, the skater's thick red tail thwacked against the cement, wagging happily. The wolves shuddered, each of them experiencing a powerful orgasm. Patrick couldn't help but raise his own head, claiming the new recruit as his own. As the after glow of the orgasm faded slightly, he looked down to see a reddish copper wolf sucking on his cock. It was almost the color of a fox, even though the skater was all wolf. Patrick knew that color would stand out... and it still meant one more wolf to help with the recovery.

****

The high school's film studies room was dark, save for the glow of the screens. This wasn't entirely abnormal, though the screen didn't show any film editing software. Instead it was the main play screen of the MMORPG "Soul Forge." Aaron had talked his film studied teacher into letting him do a project on machinema, but instead he'd spent the time gaming instead. He'd be able to bullshit a presentation out of it all anyhow, but his diploma was already in the bag.

Aaron's brown eyes gazed through the lenses of his glasses at the screen, a headset resting over his ears. He only took breaks to drink from the glass of water at the edge of the desk, lifting it up and tipping it back. he knew he would run out soon, but it was important to stay hydrated. On the screen he obliterated several dryads before advancing on, grinning a bit. It was an exhilarating match, one he was nearly outclassed for in an area beyond his means. There was even sweat in his blond hair.

Aaron reached for his glass and lifted it to his lips, but as he tipped it back there was a very thick, salty taste that filled his mouth. Shocked by the unfamiliar substance, Aaron spit it all out, spraying it across his screen and keyboard... but he hadn't gotten it all out. The substance tasted so strange, saltier than soy sauce and almost spicy. He smacked his lips a few times before he used his tongue to collect it, swallowing it down. It tasted so very creamy and rich and foul. His nipples were hard almost instantly.

Aaron grabbed the cup with both hands and brought it to his lips, pouring it back. What filled his mouth was like a hot salty slushy, coating his mouth. He licked and savored and sucked it down with gulp after gulp, feeling it coat his throat and fill his stomach. With each gulp his cock was harder than before, painfully tented. All too soon the cup was empty and he whimpered, the gamer feeling let down. He leaned forward and even licked the droplets off his screen, though as he felt the pressure on his ears change, he jumped. Alex drew the headset off of the gamers' head, smirking to himself. Aaron turned around, looking at the huge orc behind him, still licking his lips. He wasn't sure what was going on, but the fact that there was a huge orc before him seemed somehow in a crazy way to make sense... It was just like part of his game, but better.

"Hey Aaron, I thought I'd find you here." Alex said. Aaron did a double take.

"A... Alex?!" he gasped.

"I wanted to know if you'd help me crash the senior party tonight... I thought you could be one of my dates." Alex said.

"D...D...Dates?" Aaron stuttered, "But I'm... not gay..." he whispered.

"That isn't a problem, I've got man boobs..." Alex said, reaching down to fondle one of his rotund green orbs capped with a forest green nipple. Aaron groaned more at that, reaching down to grope himself. Alex smirked. "Oh yeah, right here... Big, round, perky... Just like you like 'em." Alex said, stepping forward, "And I have more than just two." he added.

Aaron was beside himself in confusion. He'd never been turned on before by guys, but Alex made an excellent point and they'd been friends from so far back... and it was true that there were six huge, round, rotund green breasts before him. Aaron licked his lips, fighting his instincts. He'd always been a bit of a boob fiend. His computers were full of porn of vivacious ladies. His gaming experiences were honed in on it as well. He had a half dozen alternate characters on games he created and modified just to watch boobs jiggle... but he'd never expected to be presented with so many at once in real life, least of all from a man.

Whether it was the cum in his stomach or the smell of such a big orc by his side, Aaron couldn't say no. The boobs were his fantasy. He leaned in, burying his face in the round chest of his friend, motor boating back and forth, his lips working double time. It felt like a hot pillowey heaven. He kissed and sucked and slurped. Alex reached to guide Aaron's head to one of his nipples, the fat fleshy nub brushing his lips. Aaron didn't need much prompting to latch on, and as he did he was rewarded with even more cream.

Aaron started to nurse from Alex, sucking on his man tit, gulping down the juices. The orc milk mixed with the cum already in Aaron's body, his changes starting to manifest. While Aaron had remained thin by virtue of his metabolism, his sedentary lifestyle seemed to be catching up with him at a rapid pace. It almost seemed like a general inflation at first, at least to Alex. Aaron's arms were plumping up and rounding, his skin growing tight before stretching. His legs followed suit, his pants tightening.

Aaron was weighed down by a growing mass in his body, but it felt right. The weight in his stomach was like an anchor, one he relished. He kept sucking away, a hand drifting to grope himself... He was hungry and Alex was feeding him all he wanted. Aaron got so greedy that his mouth filled with the creamy orc milk before leaking from his lips, dribbling down to his chin before dripping on his pants. He took a big swig full then, not wanting to waste any more.

Alex licked his lip in bliss, watching Aaron grow and grow. There was a strange, perverse pleasure in it. Alex had always felt burdened by his extra weight keeping him from being attractive. Aaron had been socially recluse but always fit... But now he was surpassing even Robbie. His shirt was hiking up as his pecs filled with fat, his nipples swelling wider and larger. His stomach bloated next, rounding and puffing out into a bit of a belly... but the flesh wasn't destined to stay human for very long.

The gamers' upper lip flexed over Alex's pert, leaking nipple, but as it did there was peach fuzz pushing out at a rapid pace. Aaron's baby face was broken up by a forming blond mustache. It curved down around his lips, dropping half way down to his chin before it sloped back, gaining a curtain of hair back to his ears. The facial hair pushed out thicker with each drink. Because the hair was blond, it had started out as nearly invisible, but Aaron's skin tone was changing hue and the blond hair was starting to stand out more and more by the second.

While many of Alex's converts had gotten splotchy green, Aaron was different. It was as if in the absence of light in the room, his orc skin was coming in all at once. He looked sickly at first, but then his skin turned lime green before darkening up to a rich Jade green shade. With all the changes to his skin, the fact that his blond hair had remained as it was made for a startling contrast. His blond hair and unique beard seemed wild, but it was only the beginning.

Aaron pressed tight into Alex's tit, sucking hard before he traded man tits to suck from another. The moving orc mouth made Alex shudder, not just because his nerd friend was so eager, but because he'd felt the grazing tips of orc tusks. Sure enough, Aaron's lower jaw pushed out to make room for white nubs emerging from behind his lower lip. Aaron had packed on the weight, the muscle and the hunger... He was a perfect addition to the horde of orcs.

The gamer's belly continued to grow wider and thicker, pushing outward in all directions. It was a glorious belly, one worthy of great note, but Alex saw a crease forming u the center, then branching off in other directions. He'd seen it once before with Robbie. It was the mark of a true orc slut, to gain the multiple nipples of a pig feeder. Alex had been careful with the wrestling team, but once more he'd gotten careless, wanting to change his friend. His abilities had overwhelmed the virgin and a slut had been born.

Aaron snorted and slurped messily at Alex's chest as his own manly breasts swelled with orc milk. His nipples turned forest green, stretching as wide as silver dollars. His nipples puffed outwards a well, erect and over full, starting to dribble on their own. Aaron's eyes blinked, turning from brown to orange, looking up at Alex with need and desire. Alex reached down to caress Aaron's blond hair. It was too late to give him his independence, but he could seal his change.

Alex reached down and unzipped his pants, revealing a half hard cock. While capable of growing to immense size, it seemed it could retract to a fairly modest length to keep him unencumbered. Alex fondled himself a bit and the blood came rushing in, his length stretching longer and thicker at a rapid pace. Aaron snorted and squealed in bliss, his tongue slipping around his tusks as he saw his next meal getting ready.

Three green hands wrapped around the growing meat, guiding it between two young tusks and into the dark jade lips. Aaron suckled and licked at the cock in his mouth like it was a feeding tube of the gods. His fat body was ready to take it and his mouth demonstrated an unusual degree of skill. The chair began to warp a little but Aaron was getting more orcish by the second. His ears had stretched into points, his tusks were longer and despite being so fat, there was a muscle beneath it all. While it had been Alex that lost control and created another boob slut, Aaron's fantasies had been made manifest and he embodied the perfect kind of creature to appreciate them. Alex started to consider what to do next, but his thoughts were soon interrupted by a vibration from his pocket. His cell phone was going off.

Alex grimaced, reaching down. He pulled the phone out of his all too tight pants, realizing it was Patrick that was calling. He was a bit surprised. Patrick should have already started his work shift. It was highly unusual to get a call at that time. Alex brought the cell phone up to his ear, though it seemed painfully small compared to his massive hand and large head. A huge thumb pressed the button and accepted the call.

"Yo?" Alex asked curiously, trying to keep his voice from sounding deeper.

"Alex, I know something's up with you and Robbie, I just don't know what. We need to talk about this, get you some help." Patrick said.

"Why didn't you ever tell me you were a werewolf?" Alex asked without restraint. There was a hesitation.

"I... I didn't want you two to get hurt, to get drawn into it." Patrick replied.

"Do you have any idea... how I felt growing up? I felt generic, unoriginal, bland and boring. I wasn't hot, I wasn't ugly, I was nothing. I-" Alex was cut off.

"You would have asked me to turn you, and then your life would be at risk..." Patrick replied. This time it was Alex that hesitated.

"You're probably right... but we could have gone through it together as a family." Alex replied.

"We still can, we just need to touch bases, figure out what is going on, work through it." Patrick replied. Alex considered for a long moment.

"If you want to talk with me and Robbie, you can meet us tonight. I'll be at the senior graduation party with my friends... Making some lasting memories." Alex said.

"Alex, you can't do that, not if you've turned into something else... All those people, they aren't ready for what-" Patrick was interrupted.

"We're going to make some memories tonight, and they'll never forget us. I'm not going to live in the shadows anymore... but if you want a future with your brothers, I'll see you there." Alex said before he hung up. He looked down slowly to the nursing bearded orc leaning against his lap before he stood up. Aaron licked his lips and followed after obediently. Alex opened the door and stepped out of the film studies room into the hallway filled with fourteen orc men. They were all at least six feet tall, green skinned and tusked. They had hair of all shades, a few had shaved heads, but most had beards of some sort. They were strong and tough and wild... all but Robbie who was still subservient and mild.

"Is he coming?" Robbie asked his brother hopefully. Alex nodded.

"Yeah, Patrick's coming... He'll show up tonight and he'll learn that brothers have to be there for each other... And I'll let him into my new family by turning him into the first wolf orc out there. It's going to be perfect." Alex grinned.

"But how will you keep him from getting a jump on you?" Felix asked from where he stood, sporting a fresh pair of nipple piercings.

"I'll smell him coming. Its the scent of the wolf after all." Alex grinned.

****

The sun was setting across the city and the skies had filled with the brilliant shades of purple and salmon that signaled a long, hot night to come... but it wasn't going to be a peaceful night. Seniors from all over the town were roaming the streets. Some were in formal wear, others were staying as far away from the prom like party as they could... but they all looked out to the streets as the sea of noise came from the distance.

A fleet of motorcycles were rolling along, Patrick in the lead. Hairy red arms were wrapped around his chest, the skater's bearded chin resting on his shoulder. The pack had taken to calling him Red or Blaze given his fur color, but when he reverted to human he didn't remember his old life. He had no wallet on him, he had just lost his old life and Patrick knew he was responsible...

The guilt was heavy on Patrick's heart, but he knew Blaze would be taken care of at least. Behind Patrick was a gang of bikers ranging from eighteen to forty three. All of them were werewolves, all of them were gay and all of them were loyal to Patrick. They were bearded, pierced covered in leather and spikes and they all had collars on. Their biker gang wasn't very subtle. They were the wolf pack and they were loyal only to each other.

Patrick had used his charisma and sex appeal to make friends in the system. He had friends in the hospital, the police force, even social services... but none of that was going to protect them heading out in force. Patrick didn't know what to expect. For all he knew his brother had been converted by demons and he was going to walk into a blood bath. He needed to be ready and he couldn't spare a single wolf.

The bikes turned onto a side street, heading toward the armory building. It had been cleared out years ago and acted more as a public venue for graduations, dances, speeches and concerts. Tonight it held the regional senior party. There were limousines, tuxedos, fancy dresses... It seemed a bit trivial to Patrick, but something caught him off guard. The wind was full of the potent smell of innocence on the cusp of adulthood. It had been the intoxicating scent that led to Blaze being changed.

Patrick felt his wild animal trying to get out, his cock growing hard. He used all his will power to force the instinct back down, but focusing on his instincts kept him from focusing on his body. It took a high degree of concentration to keep himself from going a bit more wolf. His pants grew moist as his cock reverted to its canine state, his ears stretching back into points.

The alpha pulled over into the parking lot, the rest of the bikes following. Alex expected resistance from the parking attendants screaming at the biker gang... but the attendants were no where to be seen. The cars inside the lot were parked randomly, people attending to it themselves. Alex turned off his bike and stepped off, Blaze following after him. Alex sniffed the air before his amber eyes honed in on a puddle of lime green semen near the bushes.

"They're already here..." Patrick whispered.

"What are you going to do?" Zach asked.

"Well... If I'm not able to reason with them, I'll just have to turn them into wolves before they hurt anyone. As their alpha they'll have to obey me." Patrick said.

"Will that over-write what they've become?" Zach asked. Patrick took a moment.

"Either that... or they become a hybrid." Patrick replied. There was a moment of contemplative silence and then Patrick moved toward the building. It was time to find his family. Patrick heard the bikes behind him go silent. He could feel the wolves that had his back, he could smell the rancid tang he had come to associate with whatever his brothers had turned into.

The alpha reached out, gripping at the side door tot he armory. He pulled and the door whined and shifted, the hinges groaning before the lock popped. The door swung open and nearly snapped off, but Patrick moved in, striding down the hallway. In the distance they could see the glittering lights of a disco ball sparkling across the floor and they could hear the heavy beats of the music. The night of the party had come at last, the party Patrick knew Alex had set his sights on for months. Now all that was left was to make sure it didn't turn into a massacre... It would be the wolves that saved the day.